A scarf flutters in the breeze, glimmering red and shining just a tad from the speckles of luster sprinkled into its fabric.
The scarf is wrapped around the neck of a woman, relatively tall and slender. Said woman is a catgirl, it seems, with a long fuzzy tail and a pair of big cat ears. Her hair is as white as the moon, mostly short with two ribbons threaded through her hoodie, the rest hiding inside. (We'll get to that.) Her eyes burn with a silvery-blue flame, deep and slanted slightly in accordance with her 'species', matching the long claws that she just retracted from her fingers. Refusing to stand still, she bounces with an air of excitement and adventure.
The woman is made of charcoal, almost entirely black and smoldering lightly with a smokeless flame. She seems relatively well-contained, despite that- her clothes are neither on fire nor stained with soot.
The charcoal cat is cloaked primarily in a pale, slightly yellow hoodie with a long, flowing hem (almost a skirt, if you will). The hood makes her face into total blackness save her eyes and slasher grin. Ribbons of moon-white hair are threaded through holes where a normal hoodie might have cords for tightening it, holes framed in shining brass. Large ear-extensions are attached to, well, make room for her ears, or perhaps just for decoration. Her zipper is also made of brass...as a matter of fact, the entire thing is heavily decorated with brass and bronze. A set of lightweight boots and pants (both of similar color to the hoodie) give her excellent walking capability, though her tail pokes out from under the hoodie's edge. A softly threaded inlay of flame traces a pattern from the hoodie's shoulders down to her arms, where the hoodie ends, lined up with fingerless gloves (albeit with a mitten folded away under the palm) with a set of ornate brass knuckles about them.
The clothes are adorned with... well, not much else to say. Somewhere in there hides a pair of ornate pistols. While about the size of a flaregun, they look more like early percussion cap weapons, made entirely of metal with an ornate wooden handle, the barrel decorated with more flame and ending in a threatening dragon's head. A soft heat emanates from the weapons- barely perceptible against the background of their smoldering wearer.
Meet Joan L'Flamme.
So. Joan is looking for a kindred spirit.
Judging by the way her tail is wagging, and her location, she's looking for adventure somewhere in the vicinity of Catherine's house.
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Topic: Rise of the Magic Girls v2 IC Thread: Antimagic and gods and souls oh my (Read 3135859 times)